Isn’t this supposed to be a day of rest?

Every Sunday morning, I wrench myself out of bed two hours earlier than I normally have to get up to travel for an hour to the Upper East Side, where I work at an Episcopal church, singing Sunday School songs with little kids. I'm always surprised at how full the trains are that early on … Continue reading Isn’t this supposed to be a day of rest?


What’s your story? Version 2

I thought about this blog from last night and realized that it was essentially a blog written in third person, devoid of the rich details that make a story really come alive. So, I'd like to attempt a rewrite! She ordered a beer and a fried chicken sandwich. The server took her order, oblivious to … Continue reading What’s your story? Version 2